Bai Yueguang wears it back after death

Chapter 42

This new Zhu Xiao was obviously more vicious than the previous one, Wen Qingle watched helplessly as the new Zhu Xiao stepped forward and grabbed the other Zhu Xiao by the neck.

"You are, you are..." Zhu Xiao, who was pulled by the neck, couldn't even speak intermittently, his eyes widened in horror, "Zhu—"

"Crack-"

The sound of bone breaking sounded, and Zhu Xiao, who was strangled by the neck, couldn't finish what he wanted to say, and his whole head was twisted into a strange angle.

Wen Qingle looked at all this in a daze, he knew that he should be vigilant now, after all this Zhu Xiao who didn't know what he wanted to do looked really fierce.

But he couldn't calm down anymore, every breath he took seemed to bring out his anger, the medicine was so powerful that he couldn't keep his mind clear.

...And, maybe it's because Zhu Xiao is wearing the same clothes as Wen Xiao, so he can't raise his vigilance like the previous Zhu Xiao, but relax subconsciously.

How cunning, this illusion can actually keep pace with the times to this extent!

Wen Qingle sat down slowly, panting uncomfortably.

With the killing of Zhu Xiao in front, this dark cave began to change, and it seemed that the whole illusion was about to collapse.

Zhu Xiao who came from behind wanted to turn around, but halfway through the turn, he seemed to think of something, and stopped abruptly, leaving only the back of his head for Wen Qingle, without giving Wen Qingle a chance to see his face.

Wen Qingle didn't have time to watch the whole change of this illusion, a cold bone hand covered his eyes, making his vision plunged into darkness again.

Wen Qingle held the bone hand, felt the cold temperature for a moment and wanted to pull it away, but even though the bone hand only lightly covered his eyes and didn't mean to hurt him, it still let it go. He pulled and did not move.

"...Zhu Xiao." Wen Qingle tried her best to sound intimidating, "Let me go."

That Zhu Xiao didn't speak, Wen Qingle heard the sound of footsteps from far to near, and walked up to him.

Zhu Xiao looked down at the picture in front of him.

There was a faint pink layer on the skin of the person in front of him, and the snow-white hair was soaked with thin sweat, and a little stuck to his cheeks, making his complexion even more beautiful.The lips are like fresh and juicy petals, which seem to ooze water when rubbed.

Even a monk with pure six roots would have daydreams when he saw this scene, let alone him who already had that kind of feeling for Wen Qingle, this could already be regarded as the top temptation.

Tempted him to indulge, tempted him to imprint his own marks on this flawless skin, tempted him to cook raw rice into rice, and turned Wen Qingle into his own person.

"...Brother," Zhu Xiao turned off his voice changer, his throat moved slightly, he closed his eyes for a moment, leaned down, raised his hand, and wanted to put it on Wen Qingle's shoulder for a while, but finally put it down, Standing on the ground beside Wen Qingle, "I'll help you."

"You help me? How?" Wen Qingle subconsciously refused, "You... um!"

Before Wen Qingle finished speaking, he felt a coolness sticking to his most uncomfortable place.

Wen Qingle: "!"

Wen Qingle's vitals were held, and Zhu Xiao's scalp tingled when he moved, Wen Qingle trembled all over, and fell backwards unable to sit still.

Wen Qingle failed to fall to the ground, and supported his back with the other hand, stopping his tendency to fall, and with a little force, he leaned forward into a cool embrace.

"It's okay," Wen Qingle heard Zhu Xiao whisper in his ear, "I'll help you with my hands, don't be afraid."

Wen Qingle's mind was buzzing, and his face was buried on Zhu Xiao's shoulder. Although it was an illusion, this contact was very real.

There was no smell on Zhu Xiao's body, his body temperature was cool, without any aggression, wrapping him indulgently, with a strange sense of familiarity.

Wen Qingle raised his head with great effort, wanting to see Zhu Xiao's expression, but the bone hand covering his eyes did not relax at all, as if afraid of being seen by him, and even added another bone hand , the bone hands desperately squeezed their fingers together, so that he couldn't see the slightest bit.

He wanted to push it away, but his body was indeed soft.He wanted to reprimand him, but the sound he made only made him feel ashamed, and he could only keep silent.I don't know how long it took, but after Wen Qingle's mind went blank, his whole body softened.

Wen Qingle came back to his senses after a while, and found that Zhu Xiao was helping him clean up, and he didn't look dirty at all.

Wen Qingle: "!!!"

God, what has he done!

My mind is fascinated, my head is hot, and I indulge in thinking that this is not a real person!

The shame of Wen Qingle's return made him quickly press Zhu Xiao's hand: "Enough, don't mess it up, it's very dirty."

Zhu Xiao didn't speak for a while, Wen Qingle couldn't see, but he could feel the gaze from Zhu Xiao staring at him all the time, which made his scalp tingle.

"Not dirty." Zhu Xiao opened his mouth, his voice was flat, as if it was only natural to help Wen Qingle do this kind of thing, but also with a strange sense of satisfaction, "I like it."

Wen Qingle: "...?!"

Wen Qingle was speechless for a moment, stunned, and didn't know what to answer at all, but felt the heat that had not been completely relieved creep up on her face.

With a little force, Zhu Xiao broke free from Wen Qingle's grasping hand, and held it back again.

Wen Qingle was caught off guard, and the venting just now had only relieved part of the drug's effect, which only made him a little more clear-headed. Zhu Xiao's actions made him excited again.

"you--"

Zhu Xiao interrupted Wen Qingle: "Brother, you are not fully recovered yet, I will help you again."

Wen Qingle: "No, you..."

Wen Qingle was embarrassed, but also physically happy, and wanted to escape but was held back by Zhu Xiao.

"It's normal for brothers to help each other, not to mention you've been drugged now," Zhu Xiao said calmly, as if he was doing something perfectly normal, "Brother, there's no need to hide."

Wen Qingle didn't respond, he heard Zhu Xiao sticking to his ear and continued to whisper softly: "With our relationship, brother, it's only natural for me to help you."

Wen Qingle opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

He does not consider himself a saint, and it is also difficult for him to persist in not indulging in such a completely virtual environment.

What's more... Zhu Xiao's statement actually convinced him a bit.

It is indeed a very normal thing for brothers to help each other, there is no need to be too repulsive, and this Zhu Xiao doesn't seem to have any thoughts about him.

Wen Qingle relaxed.

I have to say that this Zhu Xiao is much better than the previous one. Although they are all fake, the previous one is disgusting, but this one is comforting.

Can such a person really destroy Zhu Xiao's image? This is too... pleasing.

-

Zhu Xiao noticed all the changes in Wen Qingle.

The originally tense back relaxed, and the restrained and soft panting became sticky and tangled, every sound was like a fire, pulling him forward.

But he can't yet, not yet.

Zhu Xiao moved his lower body away as far as possible without any trace, turned his head halfway, looked at Wen Qingle's face for a moment, saw the bright red lips slightly parted, faintly revealing the tender red tip of his tongue.

Zhu Xiao's eyes were dim, and he was about to look away when he heard Qing Le utter a few out-of-tune syllables vaguely. Listening carefully, it still looked like a person's name.

Zhu Xiao was taken aback for a moment, and his movements slowly stopped.

Wen Qingle: "...?"

Wen Qingle came back to his senses in a daze. From his point of view, it was just a sudden interruption of the brotherhood activity, and he didn't know the reason at all.He subconsciously pushed Zhu Xiao, wanting Zhu Xiao to continue.

However, Zhu Xiao didn't listen to him. The hand that was holding his back went around and pressed his shoulder back, making him raise his head.

Zhu Xiao's voice was so cold that it was about to freeze, and he seemed to be suppressing his anger: "Whose name were you calling just now?"

Wen Qingle: "...?"

Before Wen Qingle could speak, Zhu Xiao's inaudible voice sounded again: "Who are you thinking about?"

Wen Qingle was puzzled: "...what?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Wen Qingle always feels that the tone of this virtual Zhu Xiao is getting more and more gloomy, there is a certain dangerous aura surging in the dark, it seems that it is about to surge out, and he is cautious when he is about to touch him to avoid.

Zhu Xiao didn't speak, and there was silence in the air.

Wen Qingle felt very uncomfortable, and her overheated brain couldn't detect the emotions that were too hidden, so she wanted to push Zhu Xiao away subconsciously.

He failed to push Zhu Xiao, but was held by the backhand.

Wen Qingle couldn't see this fake Zhu Xiao's face, and couldn't clearly know Zhu Xiao's expression, but he could clearly feel that the condensed atmosphere around him was gradually relaxing.

This Zhu Xiao seemed to be suppressing his dissatisfaction and anger, trying to communicate with him in another softer way.

"Look at me," Wen Qingle heard Zhu Xiao say in a low voice, "If he can do it for you, so can I."

Wen Qingle couldn't figure out who the "he" in Zhu Xiao's words was referring to, but before he could think deeply, his mind went blank again, and was sent to the peak of bliss by Zhu Xiao.

-

This time, that person's name did not appear in Wen Qingle's mouth.Zhu Xiao looked at it with eyes half downcast, his pupils were darkened, and the corners of his mouth slowly pursed.

At this time, who is Wen Qingle thinking about?

Did Wen Qingle look like this when he was with that person?

Are you happier than when you were with him?

Zhu Xiao knew intellectually that he shouldn't compare himself with that person, because it was very likely that he was humiliating himself, and it would remind Wen Qingle of that person again.But that feeling of jealousy was like a poisonous snake, entwining his bones and devouring his flesh and blood, making him want to find out.

"Is it comfortable?" Wen Qingle heard Zhu Xiao whisper, "Is it worse than him?"

"What..." Wen Qingle took a quick breath. He didn't know what kind of mess Zhu Xiao was talking about. It was probably because of the illusion that Zhu Xiao liked to compete everywhere, even in this kind of thing. The image of a narrow-minded person who is preoccupied.

Wen Qingle said subconsciously: "Compare with whom...you are the first, what are you comparing with?"

Before the words fell, Wen Qingle noticed that Zhu Xiao's whole body was stiff, from a living person to a stone sculpture in an instant, only his hands were trembling slightly.

Wen Qingle: "?"

Zhu Xiao's voice full of disbelief and surprise sounded: "I am the first?"

However, this cheerful tone didn't last long. In the next second, Zhu Xiao's voice became cold again, with a bit of anger: "He won't even do this for you?"

Wen Qingle still didn't understand the reason for Zhu Xiao's emotional change, but only found that Zhu Xiao's hand that was pressing against his back tightened again, and the muscles of the arm that was half around him tensed up, as if trying to restrain something.

Where Wen Qingle couldn't see, Zhu Xiao's dark eyelashes drooped, blocking his angry sight.

Judging from Wen Qingle's performance, Wen Qingle obviously doesn't hate this kind of intimacy, and even likes it very much.But even so, that person has never pleased Wen Qingle like this, what does that mean?

It shows that the beast only knows how to please himself, and doesn't care that much about Wen Qingle.

What is the status of a person he regards as a treasure and is willing to pay all the price for it in the eyes of that person?How sincere are you?

Wen Qingle only felt that Zhu Xiao's hand on his back became stronger, pushing him forward and pressing him into his arms.

Although this behavior was abrupt, it could also be said to be a pure and flawless hug between brothers. Wen Qingle didn't pay attention to it at first, until he moved slightly and accidentally touched a certain high-spirited place that Zhu Xiao had been avoiding before.

Wen Qingle was startled, and froze in place, half of the chaos in her head faded away.

How could the normal helping action cause this reaction? It was a trick. This Zhu Xiao is the same as the previous Zhu Xiao, and he also has that kind of meaning for him!

And the anger in Zhu Xiao's voice could not be concealed at all, and he asked again: "He won't help you?"

The development of the matter was completely different from Wen Qingle's imagination, at least he didn't understand what Zhu Xiao was angry about at all.

Wen Qingle calmed down, wanted to push this Zhu Xiao away first, but was shocked to find that he couldn't break free from this imprisonment, this illusory Zhu Xiao was unexpectedly strong.

Things have changed, Wen Qingle forced himself to calm down and said in a cold voice: "Let me go."

Zhu Xiao didn't speak, he looked at Wen Qingle's profile.Wen Qingle's white jade-like earlobes were stained with a thin layer of red, and the corners of her mouth were slightly stretched because of tension, tempting the viewers to break it and listen to the fragmented panting from those red lips.

This is a rare good time, Wen Qingle was weak and unable to resist him, and thought that he was also an illusory person, even if he attacked Wen Qingle now, no matter how painful Wen Qingle was, he would not blame reality at all in him.

The dream he had longed for for many years to get Wen Qingle was within reach at this moment, and those dirty thoughts that could not be uttered clamored in his heart, asking him to break this boundary.

That person can, why can't he?

Zhu Xiao closed his eyes, clenched his hand against Wen Qingle's skin, felt the temperature of the smooth skin under his palm, felt the desire in his heart that was about to break through the ground, but in the end he slowly let go .

"As you wish." Zhu Xiao mocked himself in his voice, "I am not your ex-husband, I will care about your mood and preferences, unlike him."

Wen Qingle: "..."

Having said that, no matter how slow Wen Qingle is in terms of emotions, he already understands what this Zhu Xiao is doing.

This Zhu Xiao is jealous.

Is this illusion intended to destroy Zhen Zhu Xiao's image and sow discord between him and Zhen Zhu Xiao by creating Zhu Xiao's narrow-minded and jealous image?

Wen Qingle's previously wary mood became dumbfounded because of this discovery, and the sense of illusion became more and more serious.

An illusion is an illusion, and it is absolutely impossible for Zhu Xiao in the real world to say such things to him.

Perhaps it was because this illusion lasted long enough, Wen Qingle began to feel the ground shaking, and this illusion seemed to be about to collapse.

Wen Qingle sighed slightly from the bottom of her heart, and pushed Zhu Xiao away with all her strength, widening the distance between the two of them.

"Goodbye." Wen Qingle was about to say goodbye, but immediately realized, "No, we won't meet again."

Although that Zhu Xiao was pushed away by him, he kept holding his hand tightly, the temperature in his palm was slightly cool, with some inexplicable familiarity.

"We'll meet again." In the darkness and trembling, Wen Qingle felt his hand being pulled up, and a cool touch fell on the back of his hand.

Zhu Xiao's voice was very soft, almost being collapsed by the barrier, but it still clearly and firmly conveyed to his ears: "Brother, no matter the future or the past, virtual or reality, I will always wait for you."